There once was a fetid swamp of white bourgeois, liberal bilge called Occupy Los Angeles... We found each other there and emerged from that muck and mire still believing that we can win. Ask us about it at the barricades sometime.

We are sometimes anti-social - always anti-fascist. We like to smash things but sometimes our smashing is purely figurative. Some of us don’t run as fast as we used to.

Chris Hedges, Kevin Zeese, and Tina Dupuy all suggested we were pigs. David Sirota said we should ‘go fuck ourselves.’ Having drawn the ire of such liberal luminaries, we think we must be doing something right.

We are a dynamic and evolving community who eschew authorship, believing it provokes ego and craving. We promote anonymity, collective decision-making, community and truth. We have modeled this tumblr and twitter feed on the Black Bloc tactic - erasing identity and promoting solidarity - as a symbol against the corruption inherent within our movement, representing that of the wider world.

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3rd March 2012


Alex's LA Times Farewell →

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3rd March 2012

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 This system has got to die

So you stood and Occupied

Fingers clinched

Shirts in tow, describing the violence,

Supporting the overthrow

Our arms were linked

By struggle and descent

You denounced the bullshit about non-violence

While others chanted to peacefully resist

You saw the police, masked, and did not just sit

You did not just sit

When they told you no

You were down to break shit and keep it on the down low

But you kept it too low

Much too low

Cuz they took you out quietly and slow

Gave you the gun to extinguish your glow

The way of Billie Holiday

With a voice to shout for masses

Slowly overwhelming, dripping brown molasses

The strange fruit harvested for working classes

Masking the sorrows too big see

With a genuine smile

And pointy goatee

Like the GIs in the 60s tossing grenades at officers

Cuz they knew the war was to fatten the aristocrats coffers

Those privates would shoot down their own officers

Heroin subdued their justified anger

Encouraged the forget to rebel for sons and daughters

You know the CIA didn’t just do it with crack

Jazz and heroin, smacked the fight out of attack

They did it with Charlie Parker, Bradley and they tried with Ray C

kept the tracks bloody

bc the music industry said it improved their

natural ability

… to make them money

from worries and misery

Saturated in oppression

they gave you drugs readily

the system knows you saw with clarity

their prosperity off our poverty

but when you sat in that room, solitary

it shut out that exploitative reality

concealed the pain from loved ones and family

Silence and stigma quiet weapons of treachery

Alex, they put you in a system so HUGE in the fight back

They used demoralization and un-employment another monkey on the backs

Of the working class

These Tactics

To eliminate the righteous drastic

Epithets to call the realistic- fanatic

1400 cops to destroy the fantastic

telling us equality belongs in straight jackets

City liasons keeping the movement plastic

And even though you saw through all that whack shit

The weight of oppression couldn’t keep you from

State sponsored

old habits

But we see you more than what took you down

We continue to resist amidst tears and frowns

Laughing, clowning, calling out the fake shit

It was more than us calling for political independence

From the capitalists

I can’t speak for you, Alex

Only what I saw

Glistening eyes, telling truth raw

We won’t be ashamed to speak the entire truth

They killed him with silent violence that comes with oppression and drug abuse

And we will tell it all

Those of us who know

The real about your fight

And the way they stole your glow

Rivers will run ‘round rocks

Making streams

Breaking dams

Learning about the father who cheerfully fought “the man”

And maybe he will stand with us someday

With a fist in the air

Ready to fight and play

Because your story is not over Alex

It’s only just begun

You were one of the voices who reminded me

It’s not over until we’ve won.

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